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A MEMORIAL TO OUR LOVED ONES

I became the proud parent of a 24 hour old kitten in August of 2006. His umbilical cord was still attached & I wondered why his mom had abandoned him. From that day on, I became his mommy. I bottle fed him and even woke up every 2 hours during the night to do this! I named him Lucky because he was lucky to have been found and still alive. In time I came to realize that I was the extremely lucky one. God brought to me a priceless gift that I will cherish forever. When he started walking, I noticed that his hind legs did not work very well. The vet said that he had weak muscles in them and because of this, he was never able to jump up to places higher than a couple of feet. A short while later, I noticed his mouth bleeding when he drank his bottle. He had strange ulcer type of bumps in his mouth and on his tongue that the vet had never seen before in an animal. We tried antibiotics but they never went away. He always gained weight so the vet was not too concerned & thought maybe it was an allergy. When he was weened from the bottle, he was on a bland, soft food diet and he continued to gain weight and appear healthy. Then at around 9 months old, he started vomiting after eating & his health rapidly declined. Blood tests were done and no viruses were found but he could barely move & was unable to eat. After different medications and no relief being found, my Lucky was put to sleep in July of 2007. I think his kitty mom new something was not right with him & that’s why she had left him to die. Well, I am just so thankful for the time that I did have with him & would do it all over again if I got the chance. The joy of having him was far greater than the horrific pain of loosing him.

*He is adorable!!! No wonder you fell in love with him. Awww.I am so sorry for your loss, but happy for you getting the opportunity to spend nearly a year with him. He is, by far, the fortunate one to be found by such a loving and caring person.From one pet lover to another....KUDOS to you.Vicki*__

Ps Here’s my babies. The black lab/Chow is 18 yrs and the Puggle is 2 yrs.

I wish to memorialize Buddy, my Golden Retriever. I had to put him down back in 2000, he was over 13 at the time. He was the best. He was my rock during the bad times and my playmate when I was ready to play. He was able to tell me when and how bad he needed to go out side, and he could yell at me when he was mad. Nothing was funnier that the day he learned that one. Will have to relay it sometime, but for now I need to leave and go take a nap for work. God bless those wonderful critters we all have loved and lost.

1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.

4. Don’t be angry with me for long and don’t lock me up as punishment. You have your work,your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.

5. Talk to me. Even if I don’t understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.

7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I’m not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.

9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.

10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can’t bear to watch. Don’t make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.

~Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them.

Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God’s critters

~Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs!

My nieghbor’s dogs , killed my Chihuahua last month. I still miss my baby girl Sandie. My other two Chihuahuas still run to the fence at the far side of my yard lokking for her. I really miss my baby girl. She was eight years old and with me since she was six weeks old. Her son and her brother still live with me, I never really notice how much of their interactions centered around Sandie. But they are adjusting too.

I have 3 wonderful dogs, 2 are miniature daschunds and 1 is a welsh corgi; I also have a miniature lionhead rabbit. My pets are like my children; I can’t imagine my life without them. I lost one about 4 years ago and I still miss her, she was only 3 yrs. old. I have to say PETS ARE WONDERFUL!!!!

I have 2 Shorkies (Shih tzu/Yorkie mix) Duke and CoCo that were given to me by a friend as 3 month old puppies.A few months after bringing them home, my oldest son died. The two of them sensed that something was wrong, particularly Duke, because for months after my sons death he would follow me around the house and hop in my lap to “comfort me” when I sat down. It was the strangest thing, he would only follow me. After a while, when he realized I was coping a bit better, he went back to being his normal self.Today they are just a bit over 3 years old and the apple of my eye. When RNFisher said her dog would fuss at her to go outside I had to laugh because CoCo does that! If I don’t open that door fast enough I get an earful from her.Here is the two of them fighting over a toy. Duke is on the right.....

We lost our 10 year old rabbit last week. He... okay this is kinda funny, all these years we thought he was a he and when we took him in to see the vet last week they told us he was a she. We had to smile, we had originally gotten him at a hardware store and never dreamed he’d live that long. They told us he was a he. Anyway, we miss him terribly. Every morning I went in to his room and gave him a carrot and a kiss when I opened the drapes for him. I hate walking past that room now, it feels so empty! He was my sons rabbit and when he lived so long and my son had to go away to college I took care of him.

Hi Im new to this site and I like it so far. Im an animal lover. Specially cats I had 14 Persians and 3 dog;s. I already lost one dog and that created alot of pain. I have her ern and ashes, I have already lost 4 cats that passed away and I have ern’s and ashes on two. The other 2 they did not tag them properly. This year I lost Mazie my 13 year old female, the door was not shut properly and they were out about 2:00 in the morning, Thank God my husbands was getting ready for bed and noticed the door open this was on February 10 We did a head count and I guess I missed her. I Still pray that God brings her back I searched and cried for a month. I thought I was going out of my mind. I miss her so much. What bothers me also is that I will not have her ern and ashes. You know how much I have greaved for my pets. And to think that I have and I have to do this 12 more times the thought kills me and I am dreading those days my oldest will be 17 in October and he is my first and my baby even though he is my little old man, Im scared to death. What advise do you have I guess when I acquired them I did not realize that they were not going to live forever. And to fill the emptyness in my heart now I will suffer those consequences.

Buddy was 13 when I had to put him down, it was the second toughest day in my life (the first was when my Dad passed). I had Buddy’s ashes sitting here and there for several years until I took him down to my father’s place and spread them over the pond he loved to swim whenever we were down there visiting. I saved a few that I plan on sealing in a small jar, I just have to find it in this mess that I call home.

Well ladies, it’s been another hard day. This is Amos, and today I had to have him put down. He has ate well since a week ago this last Saturday. Even the tricks I normally used wouldn’t pull him out of it. I took him in to find out what was wrong, and the findings were not good. His lymphocytes were out of whack and his red count was very low. The vet took an X-ray and his enternals could not be seen. As a nurse I know that usually means a serious mass, or internal bleeding, which is what the vet concluded as well.I plan to treat his remains same as I did with Buddy. I had a 40# bag of food which I donated to our local food pantry for anyone who comes in and has a dog, and plan the same for other items around the house.I am so glad I have my girls to cuddle with, although they are keeping their distance at this moment.Please say a prayer for my boy.Thanks for listening.

October is my month of doom. I either had pets die or had to put them to sleep during this month. Last year I was hit with one. Here is my story:

Dali was the first pet that my ex and I had together. She was a very talkative siamese cat. I am sad to say that last October, Dali was put to sleep while sitting on my lap. I was able to spend an hour sitting with her before my final goodbye. She already had an IV port in her arm so the vet was able to use that to put her to sleep. I still feel like I didn't have enough time to say goodbye.

For 3 years she battled kidney failure. We would give her subq fluids. I noticed that she was urinating in odd places. Something she never did before. She also did not look well and I took her to the vet. During her stay she became progressively worse and was unable to use her back legs. She was urinating on herself. It was a hard decision; but one I had to make. My ex and I were with her as she passed away. It seemed to be the final ending of the marriage since she was there at the beginning.

Dali left behind her three cat sisters. Autumn, who is fifteen and was with Dali from the beginning, Molly, a five year old black cat that loved my husband so much that I felt she would be happiest staying with him even though it pained me. I had to do what I knew she would want even though she is a single cat now. And finally, Suzy, my spunky two year old.

I felt sorry because the house became crazy after she was put to sleep and I moved my two out a month later by just scooping them up into their carriers and driving two hours to PA. Poor Molly probably didn’t know what happened. She lost 3 of her cat friends.

I will have you in my prayers everynight I know what you mean. I have lost 5 cats and one of those was a dog. And to think that Im going to have this pain 9 times with my cats and I also have two dogs, and I breed birds and they all love me. My oldest cat had a Birthday yesterday he turned 17 he is hyperthroid and light as a feather. He is on Synthroid, but I know he does not have many years left. And for me the pain is going to be unbelievably and I am dreading that day they all are in a geriatrics state. But with my prayers they will all be safe and around you everyday. I promise I feel it in my heart. God has given me a wonderful gift of healing. I will talk with the God the father in the name of Jesus Christ his son

To all of you who lost pets to Heaven above....I’m sorry. I have 3 cats that I just LOVE to death and am NOT looking forward to the day they will leave me. I can’t even imagine how that’s going to be. It will be like losing a child, I swear. I just pray to God that, when the time comes, they will die peacefully and in my lap. I want my voice to be the last they hear when they pass. (I’m getting weeping just writing this).

I must share this story...when I was 18 years old, I had a black lab/German short-hair mix and he was my baby. His name was Rufus. One morning I woke up to find him missing. I thought he was just out and about so I called him...and I saw him down the street walking real slow to me, so I RAN down to him to find his whole side of his body was peeled away, exposing his ribs. Found out later that he was kicked by a horse. So I wrapped him up and my friend drove us to the Vet Hospital. He was barely breathing and I’ll never forget him looking up at me for me to help him. I talked to him and petted him the whole way there to calm him. Well, bad news....had to put him down. Just too much damage. I’ll never forget when the doctor took me into a little room to tell me the news. I broke down Sobbing so hard, my friend had to call my mom cuz I just couldn’t talk.

Well, that night as I slept....I felt a lick on hand...it was soooo real and it startled me awake and when I awoke, Rufus was standing by my bed for just a brief moment and disappeared...I swear to this day, that happened, believe me or not. It was like Rufus was telling me that he is okay and not in pain anymore and letting me know that he loves me and I will be okay....and it made me feel better about his passing.

I think the best thing you can do if you have not done it already. Find another dog/cat what ever will make you happy it will never replace your love for him but it will help with your healing and pain. I don’t think that your dog would want to see you cry and unhapppy because they know. Have pictures of him on you wall or desk or dresser so you can see him every day. If you can have an ern with his ashes that would be good to. I have ashes on three of my pets that I lost. Dont ever think its to late to replace him, you are not your taking care of your broken heart and spirit. I know it has worked for me. I own 9 persians and 2 dogs and Sun Conure Parrots so I still have alot of pain ahead of me. I do not want those days to come.

I have my girls and they are a great comfort, although they weren’t ready to give that comfort when I first came home yesterday. Eventually, both came around (at different times of course) and cuddled up to me for a while last night. Jezzy slept on the top of the sofa and Chelsea on my lap.

Don’t want to get another dog until I can spend the time needed to train it properly. It was due to lack of time to train that Amos wound up being an outside dog.

I have my girls and they are a great comfort, although they weren’t ready to give that comfort when I first came home yesterday. Eventually, both came around (at different times of course) and cuddled up to me for a while last night. Jezzy slept on the top of the sofa and Chelsea on my lap.

Don’t want to get another dog until I can spend the time needed to train it properly. It was due to lack of time to train that Amos wound up being an outside dog.

**As I grew up I had a few different pets ...my dad would get them for me and my mom would give them away..She was not a animal person...So when I finally got married I told my husband I wanted a cat. I have always wanted one...He had a German shepherd named Duke..I wanted a soft cuddly kitty...I looked in the paper and someone was giving away kittens...They were Tabby /Simonies ..I got him at 6wks old...He was so cocky and brave..he would harass the dog to no end...So I named him Tuffy...He was my best friend ..He knew when I was sad or sick and when I cried he would lick away my tears..I would sit and talk to him for hours..He acted like he knew what I was saying...When my son was born he was a bit put out but warmed to Justin..they became friends as Justin grew up...I had him for 13 yrs...I noticed he was not eating and drinking very little water..Nothing in the litter box. I took him to the vet and they said he had a tumor and it was not good at his age to try surgery... so I had to have him put to sleep..It broke my heart and my son was crushed...We sat there holding him and rocking him..Before he passed he put his little paw up to my face and wiped away my tears one last time..I just wanted to die...I never got me another cat..I did have them for my kids but not one for me..I knew that I would always compare them to Tuffy...Well that was a lot of years ago...Well I got my son a cat he named him Shadow he lives with my son...My daughter at age 15 wanted a dog..Oh please Mom can I have a puppy I will take care of him..LOL..Yeah..I got her a Boston Terrier.. His name is Buddy...Needless to say he is my dog...She kept her end of the deal about 3 days..LOL... I love him so much he is so spoiled..My boyfriend has a Tabby cat named Allie..She is about 5 yrs old and she is the queen of the house..LOL..Now my friend's cat had kittens...Persian kittens...I decided to get me a kitty...His name is Hunter...He is so cute and is always in trouble...Imagine the worst spoiled 2 yr old toddler and you will have a mental picture of him..LOL... I don't think I can even imagine what life would have been like without these wonderful, furry, fuzzy, cuddly 4 legged friends...What a God Given Gift.... Here are the Three Musketeers..Buddy, Allie, Hunter.......

Making the decision to put your baby out of it’s misery is truly one of the hardest things a pet parent faces. There’s agony for their suffering, and guilt because you don’t want to play God. My ex had a Brittney he got in college. He had her for 13 years, and she just started to go downhill. Many vet visits for one thing or another. Lost weight, really weak. Fell one time when we were at the grocery and couldn’t get up. The neighbors heard her yelping and tried to break in to help her. That was horrible, I have to shake my head to make the image go away. But he loved her so much, he couldn’t open his eyes to how bad off she was and she was so loyal, she tried to put up a brave front. But finally, she had to be set free.

I’ve also put down my brother and sister cats, the first pets I got as an adult. Ted was experiencing liver failure, could barely walk, no eating. When we got to the vet, we had to wait, so we decided to step outside. Ted started walking around and chewing on grass and I began to panic. But he was not going to last. At least he was almost 18, and his sister Penny did make it to 18. So I guess I did something right.

OMG! I love all these photos, I’ve always been a pet owner, my last dog, Snowball, American Eskie was 15, we had him since he was a baby. Well we had to take him in last Oct. to be euthanized. He was my precious baby, he lost his eyesight and his hearing. He couldn’t control his bowels so we decided that this would be best. I miss him so much. I loved him dearly. Were without any animals now, eventually I will get another puppy, it’s just so hard losing them.

The fall season is my bad time of year for loss, whether or not it has been animal or human. Since 1999, someone or some critter has lost their life. The only differences in the pattern was loosing my father in April 2004, Buddy in spring of 2000 and a dear friend to cancer in Jan 2006.

I have been putting myself through school, becoming an RN. It makes it easier to make the decision to help my babie go to see God, but it sure doesn’t help the hurt. I know I would have tried everything possible to prolong their lives, but it would only have been for my sake.

**rnfisher: I just want to say I am sorry for your loss..I know I will never be able to replace my Tuffy kitty..He was one of a kind...He did really kewl stuff...Like if I was in the shower and the phone rang or someone was at the door he would come in the bathroom and MOWWWWWW very loud..And then go out the bathroom down the hall, wait for me and comeback if I didn't get out..LOL...

My kitties will sit in the kitchen whenever I get home, or get up and Meow, begging for their wet food. I give them a little treat once a day. It’s a hoot.

Amos, would chase a tennis ball to no end. I finally bought a slingshot made for shooting balls for chasing. And he had one heck of a snout on him. He would miss seeing where a ball would land and could find it in no time.

Thanks again for your kind words. It has helped through this time. I have enjoyed waking up in the morning to the words of encouragement before heading off to my days this week.